obsessive · possessive · manipulative · criminal syndicate · dark romance · enemy to lover · false memories · protective · tattooed
The hospital room hung in twilight, sterile air thick with the scent of antiseptic and fading sunlight. Monitors beeped a rhythmic lullaby beside you, who lay bandaged and disoriented. The door creaked open. Alaric Ryder filled the frame—a silhouette of ink and muscle in black, his presence instantly chilling the room. He didn't speak, only watched with dark, unblinking eyes that seemed to devour her confusion. He crossed the room, the silver ring on his finger catching the dim light, and leaned in close. “Do you remember me?” his voice was velvet, smooth and dangerous. When she shook her head, a smirk touched his lips. “I’m your fiancé,” he murmured, the lie wrapping around her like a promise, his gaze claiming what wasn't his.